SFF: 'Forever' (MP)Part 10, P.26, July 10 - Page 15

Originally posted by: jnawaz

haila dc...yaar...buddy...meri jaan...kaise ho!? 😃 umm...im so so so sorry that i am only coming now to comment on your ff...i was first for ch6 but then...mujhe nahin paata ke kya hua...😕😕😕



but fikar not...i am back...i have printed out the last two updates...i am eating my el pollo loco chicken bowl and reading your ff at the same time...or i will once i post this comment...😆😆 but i am taking notes and everything so no worries...i will be back with a gigantic comment...paaka promise...😃

JAZ

ps: hope u liked my sorry 'note'...hint hint...the picture...😉

DC when are you going to update?
Im waiting to know what happened next!!!

Just can't get the last line out of my head- 'Tumhari duniya mein kitne Mishra hain'! Oh Milind!!!

Originally posted by: jnawaz

alright...im back...just like i said...😃...here with my long comment...ahem ahem...let me begin...*takes a deep breath* 😉

Part 6:
[quote=desi chic] for the briefest moment...her gaze caressed his...Mutely, she wished the Earth would open and swallow her up as remnants of a shattered dream m[/quote]
haila...that was something else...so touching and just WOW...😃😃😃...haila...escape from your own shadow, shores of reality and dream...wow...how deep...👏...meri pyaari si dc itni deep hai...wah wah...kya baath hai...im impressed...😉😉😉... Lmao... is that so? Hum bhi aapse kuch kam impressed nahin hai... Waise it wasn't that superb... aapne kaha, toh acha laga!😉but then i have been since the first part...omg...prachi...jhoot maat bolo...milind got you HOTT huh...☺️...i know he gets me hott...☺️☺️☺️...wait did i just say that...😛😛😛...haila... *rolf* tu sudregi nahin na?... how true is that though dude! hawt... and hawter...😆 capital "H"😉milind got hurt...uff...dc...kya yaar...mujhe bula liya hota...id be his nurse...woh bhi muft mein...what more can u ask for...😉😉😉 Sorry boss, agli baar.. pakka... aur baad mein, hum dono tumhara ilaaj karne chalenge aight?😳 jkes😆...uff...what is this 'all that occured' business...😕...im dying to find out what exactly happened three yrs ago...come on yaar...aur kinta tadpaoge... part of it will be in the next part acha... coming up... and the rest soon to follow!...prachi dont drink it...unless you know what it is...usse haat bhi nahin lagana...😊 u tell her!...prachi...kitni baar samjaoon...you can run but u cant hide...you cant hide from love...ahem ahem...ek gaana haan....... "love will find a away, jaaniyeh hiriyeh!" 😆...it just came to me...😆😆😆 "mitwaaaaaaaaaah"!!!! *loud*... 😆😆 kya gannah hai yaar... it will find and haunt!...omg...once you have been melted my milind mishras aadas...nothing will make u melt again aap toh shayrah ban gayee??😉...yeh elija thomas kya cheez hai...😉😉😉 kele ka chilka?...man that part with milind watching prachi dance with ET 😉...haila...intense doesnt even begin to describe it...😳😳 michi hai yaar... apun toh bas... rambling... 😳

Part 7:
aare prachi...no worries...if you were to fall, humara milind hai naa...he will catch you in his open and waiting arms...😳...id be tripping all over the place on purpose to fall into his arms...☺️ Tu na... seriously!! Bahaan-e-baaz... kyun maut ko bula rahi hai abhi se😳😆...oye ET ke baache 😡...prachi pe chance maar raha hai...milind will kill you...phir tera kya hoga...🤢🤢🤢. the nerve I tell ya!..milind...kabtak baita baita dekhte rehga...kuch karo...some slimeball has his hands on your prachi...kyun dc...kuch dishum dishum hojaye...😈😈😈. well darl'in trust me, musckles dekhne ko hum bhi betaab hain😳..haila...who is this woman prachi is talking to...i dont like her at all...who prachi is, is none of her business...but joh bhi ho...jitne bhi mishra's kyun naa ho, there is only one Mrs. Prachi Milind Mishra 😳.. dude, I don't care for her much either!... ye ye, the one the only😃.oye hoye...milind came...and asked her that question..omg...im totally picturing that scene...😍...haye...*faints*...😉...aur prachi bhi maan gayi...she only has one mishra...woh hai MILIND...😉😉😉... lets decide first... ye comments... you writing while unconcious? say talent!😉👏😆

dc yaar...the updates rocked...they were fabulous...👏...beautifully done...i just loved it...just loved it...i could totally picture the scenes...especially the last scene between MP...you did a great job...👍🏼... u spoil me rotten yaar... glad u liked it... I luv your comments, they crack me up😆😆 and make me smile like a langoor😃😳

aab yeh bataoo...next update kaab hai...😃...eagerly waiting... abhi bas... paanch min... thanks jazu, for the comments, *japphi* phor ju! Exams done... so I'll update better... and Finally catch up on "ek pal"!!! *does a jingle*😉

Cheers,
dc
JAZ

Originally posted by: zcbcc34

please please pleaseeeeeeeeetell me you're updating soon!

😊

Originally posted by: Nagina91

Wow amazing I loved it!!! Every bit of it its amazing really every part has been better than the last!!! You have such an amazing talent!!! You write so beautifully really I can imagine it part in my head!!! Every part had been better than the last can't wait till you write more when is the next part? Hope you continue soon!!! Plz plz plz!!!!!!

Originally posted by: tweety_me14

DC when are you going to update? *ducks*... now😳
Im waiting to know what happened next!!! me to?

Just can't get the last line out of my head- 'Tumhari duniya mein kitne Mishra hain'! Oh Milind!!! The one the only... 😉

Thanks for the patience Tweetu!! *mwuaah*

Cheers,

dc

Hey all, I'm horrible I know… Sorry… * holds ears * I had exams… Pdi, I hope you enjoy your belated gift… Thank you all for the patience and comments, I really really appreciate them!! And the patience, aap sab ke kya kehne… Please forgive me! Exams are done now… Please leave comments/criticisms etc, thank you!

Recap:"Tumhaari duniyaa mein kitney Mishra hai…" came the throaty whisper, prickling the tiny hairs on her ear as warm lips brushed past it… She wanted to scream in a moment of anxiety… but her voice was choked… her senses clogging bit-by-bit… as she become conscious of what would become of her in a few moments if this was to continue… "Milind," she pleaded in a whisper… Almost immediately, the grip on her loosened… Eventually ceasing her grasp…

Part 8

As his grasp immediately retreated, her arms fell lifeless to her sides… as silence ensued… faint over the deafening wail churning through her. Why did he do this to her? She closed her eyes again for an instant, as though building the failing layers once more… as the temptation drew nearer. Behind her, she could feel his rugged presence… It was as though a barrier keeping all else away, confining her… to him… and only she knew, how dearly she wished to succumb… Behind the supposed security of closed lids, her eyes darted wildly for vain comfort… Edging her close to the fire which raged in her heart, dimmed with time… but fiery in the sweeping embers… Flicking open her eyes now, she stared into nothingness, as the acidic film swept her gaze. Unconsciously, the ends of her fingers curled little by little… forming tight fists. In an estranged flash, she straightened her spine, bringing the back of her hand just beneath her nose… a feeble attempt at stopping the dam… just in time… Swiftly, she turned back towards the corridor… disappearing amongst the shadows… not once turning back, unsure…

Stunned… he watched her retreating back as the night took her into it's embrace… Even now, as her slender figure had long ebbed into the blackness… he stood as though immobile… What was he thinking? Abruptly, his eyes betrayed the comfort of holding her captive in his gaze… As he blinked… several times, the implication of his act suddenly rendered him in disbelief… He didn't know what had been the intention… it was just a blinding sensation… that had hit him like lightening, throwing all other thoughts into paralysis… Leaning his head back against the wall, he shut his eyes tight… painfully recalling…

(Flashback)

His blood curdled as he watched her smiling lips grace Neev Shergill… "Dekha Milind… Tu uss Prachi ke liye wahan khaaney par intezaar karta raha, aur ye maharani apney majnu ki saath ishq lada rahi hai. Chee… mujhe toh sochtey bhi sharam aati hai… Khair, tere ko kya. Main hoon…" (See Milind… You were waiting for that Prachi at dinner, and that low-life is romancing here with her lover… Chee… Just thinking of it makes me sick… But anyways, why do you care. I am…). His eyes stung with acidic moisture as narrowed them in rage, while lifting his hand signalling Ayesha to stop.

Turning suddenly, he began to tread quietly to nowhere in particular upon the abandoned road. The dim cries of Ayesha faintly caught his ears as he recalled her pleas of innocence the last time. Cursing himself, he shook his head… How had he been so stupid?… Woh mere ko baar baar bewakoof banati rahi, aur main salah aeda… Ch…(She consistently made a fool out of me, and me being the idiot… Ch…) Disgusted, he spat drunkenly on the road. Main bhi salah ek number ka… Woh Prachi ne toh mere ko…kangaal kar ke rakh diya mere ko… (I'm number one…[fool]… That Prachi turned me… turned me into a beggar…). Each step he took forward, he could sense the weight… yet, it seemed distant as an unforeseen numbness took over… He hated her. He wanted to hate her. I hate her…I hate you… Nafrat hai mujhe tumse Prachi… I hate you Prachi Mishra… The irony of it all… Naam se hi sahi, tu mere saath judi hai Prachi… lekin ye naam… kuch mainey nahin rakhta… Kabhi nahin rakha…Kyun ki tu iss layak hi nahin… aur kyunki main, Milind Mishra… tumse nafrat karta hoon… I hate you Prachi… He reiterated the mantra in his head, as though attempting to set it into the stone of his iron heart… the stone that no one had been able to cast a streak over… no one… he told himself…

Distantly, he could feel the clouds amass their rage… gurgling in thunder… deaf to his ears… No one… "Koi nahin…" he barely realized the words as they left his lips, betraying his composure… his crumbling belief, battling a building irrational anger. As the slender breeze gathered its course, he could feel it rush against him… as a legion of soldiers… ready to take him down… Yet he strode, unaffected… The thick curls of his unruly hair swaying to the ferocity of the air… as it ripped into the feebleness of material sketching his chest. I hate you Prachi… An unfathomed frenzy now unexpectedly caught up with him… just as the brittle droplets of rain came gushing through the ink black roofing the universe… At some point, he felt his knees give way… as he fell to the hard earth of the deserted road… The ends of his fingers slowly gathered the moistening dirt… playing it mercy to his balling hands… "I hate you Prachi…" he whispered, his breaths raspy… as though spent…

(End Flashback)

The rest of that night remained a haze… yet what followed, he could never forget. Opening his heavy eyelids, he peered uncertainly at his surroundings, as though reacquainting himself with the unfamiliar surroundings… And then his eyes stared into the direction she had moments before turned to… yet which abruptly felt like ages… With each pounding second, he realized the immensity of the burden befallen on his chest… and came to a resolve… He had to talk to her.

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"Ma-ma," startled out of empty thoughts, she looked towards the almond eyes beckoning her… Instantly, a smile etched into her face as the podgy hand waved the red automobile expectantly in her face. Sighing inwardly, it dawned on her how far she had come… or not. Had it not been for the child, she would perhaps have long lost in the oblivious crowds… without a name… a purpose… all but a part of the blend of a background… The demanding chime of the tall grandfather clock comfortably resting next to the fire now called for her attention. "Uh oh… Nau bajne ko hain... Gauri kahan rehgayee?" (Uh oh… Its coming to nine o'clock… Where is Gauri?) she wondered aloud. Again, the car claimed her attention as the child brought it to her face. Smiling at the epitome of innocence, a light chuckle fell through the light partition between her lips as the child puckered his lips so that it reached for his little nose.

"Arre wah… Ye maa bete mein kya chal raha hai??" (Oh wow… What's going on here between mother and son?) Turning to face the voice, she looked on with startled eyes… Realizing then, it had been only a few minutes… yet how absorbed she had become. Silently, she was thankful… as the child took her attention away… freeing her from an otherwise nagging… "Kya hua… kahan kho gayee?" (What happened… what are you thinking?) Startled yet again, her eyes blinked in quick succession… "Haan… main voh…" (I… was…) She ran a few slender fingers through her unkempt hair. It was up, but stubborn tendrils had escaped their confinement… She rarely left her hair down… Quickly, she muttered, "Traffic zyada tah kya?" (Was there much traffic?). No response. Feeling Gauri's eyes examine her, she went to get up from her seated position on the floor, while picking up scattered little toys. A silent breath of relief escaped her as her restless eyes caught Gauri and the little guy try out the latest to his collection… "Zooooooooom…" A drifting smile swept her soft lips as she ventured into the small, but spacious kitchen adjoined to the living room. "Mera ghar tumse paanch minute ki doori par hai Prachi… traffic ka toh pata nahin… par tumhaari gaadi shayad kahin der se ruki hui hai." (My house is at five minutes distance from your place Prachi… I don't know about traffic… but your car seems to be stuck for a while…) Perhaps it was the flat, matter-of-fact tone, but the front base of her foot never reached the ground on time… Her hand automatically reached for the marble counter, within an arm's reach. Unbeknownst to her, beads of perspiration formed at the edges of her forehead… For a moment, she stood gathering herself… closing her eyes… the presence… him… While he caged her in his grasp… his light, warm breath falling upon her tightened skin… beckoning it to breathe… "Tumhaari duniya mein kitney Mishra hain…" A thick shiver coursed through her body, and quickly she blinked her eyes… shaking free of the moment… or attempting too… It took her a moment to realize that her breathing had quickened… exasperated gasps of air entered her lungs… feeding the pressure of her feeble heart… as the latter pounded in her ears… For a moment she wished to turn… and run… back… But instead, she rubbed the length of her arms and went deeper into the kitchen, while murmuring an insignificant comment about the weather… She couldn't recall…

*~*

Curses… She stared blankly into the white of the blank paper… A single curved line ran across the clean sheet… the single line she had now tried for the umpteenth time. Throwing down the steely utensil in frustration, she pushed back into the nook of the leather chair… It felt cool against her warm skin, yet she paid no heed to it… Her mind was not there… She was not there… Curses… She had successfully managed a week and a half… of not bumping into her favoured reality… Yes, she had not seen Milind for the past week and a half… since their near fatal encounter… Her determination had proved worthy, but only to an extent… It had not taken her time after the incident, to realize that it would haunt her always… seep through every moment… consume her thoughts… as though they had a right to do so. Curses… Silently, the chair moved in a mechanical manner to and fro… unresponsive to her firmed thoughts… It was as though her mind had been a fresh clump of clay… and all that had been pressed into it… was him… Averting her blank gaze from the ceiling, she bent forward once more… picking up the pen. Her slender fingers trembled lightly as she brought it over the sheet once more, to start again… when she realized the dark blotch… It was moist still, and had extended from the centre outwards… tainting all that treaded in its path… Instinctively, the utensil left her fingers as they outstretched towards her face… feeling the unnoticed moisture… Holding up her hand afore her eyes, she stared at it for an endless pause… as though trying to figure out where it had come from… had there been more still? Had they not all washed away?…

Sighing deeply, she sunk back into her chair… her unstable gaze slowly finding the ink-black file hidden between layers of blues and reds… It had to be done… She only wished that it was done in a quick manner… She had put off the task all day, but knew it had to be done now. It was a confidential file… Containing details of the company's plans regarding the new project with MICHI Industries. Her boss had told her, that it should be passed on to the right hands…from the right hands… hers… to his… The office outside was dark… All had left, and as usual… she had been the last. Even the janitors had come and gone… An expression of dull mourning almost etched into her features as she stared down at the blotched surface, staining the once pure white… With a final glance, she took it in her hands… ruffling it into a ball… Her hands having found the dark file, she barely realized the crumpled piece of paper… laying mere inches from its destiny – the dustbin.

*~*

Its dark… Everyone is gone home… She told herself quietly as the newly oiled elevator took her up to the sixth floor. Her office was conveniently on the second floor of the tall building… She could faintly recall the shift in weight as she was told that Mr. Mishra had also taken up an office establishment in the same building, for convenience's sake. As the thought flooded her for an unexpected moment, she hugged the file close… unaware of the shifting of her restless feet… It was strange how the ride up suddenly seemed to take forever… Had she not built herself up for this moment?

The thin bind of papers slipped from her uncertain hands, as the elevator ring penetrated through her thoughtless mind… Startled, she took a step back… lifting her tender gaze to the open area, revealing the dimmed lighting of a sleeping office. Relief swept over her as she looked on the stillness… Silently berating herself, she bent to the ground… picking up the still composed file... while quickly running a few strands behind her ear... and adjusting the specs sitting on the bridge of her nose. With a slightly more confident stride, she stepped into the corridor... allowing her hesitant eyes to feel the corners of the compartment... wary of the unseen... as she had always been…

Alas, her feet stopped inches before the satin black of an oak door, claiming a golden plate... "Milind Mishra"... Her heart skipped a beat, as she looked over the metal... unknowingly, losing her balance. Startled, her frantic hands felt for the wall behind her... bracing the fall... just on time... Just on time... Hadn't it always been the case... when it came to him?... Recalling her narrow escape the last time, she straightened her back... silently reciting an incomprehensible mantra of assurance. Still, her lightly quivering fingers... as though magnetized... refused to comply... stretching towards the engraved letters… They were written with great precision… boasting of presence… his presence…

Blinking a few times, the silence around seeped noisily into her cluttering state… Retreating her hand immediately, she shifted it towards the cool knob… wrapping her slender fingers around the object with a determined grasp. Turning it slightly, she let go as the "click" rung in the air. Stepping back, she was graced with shadows of various shapes… Generally, she could make out where they were… nonetheless, using her hands as eyes, she felt her way towards what looked like a large desk… As she approached nearer, she realized its mahogany texture… smooth… professional… sophisticated…He had always had taste…

Now standing before the bureau, she looked up for a moment… watching the dark mass of sky through still open vertical blinds… It was a quiet night… almost too quiet… if there were such thing. Even the wind did not whistle… but she felt as though it were whispering something into her ear… as it rushed past… again, bringing the loose strands to a luxurious fall over her face. Curses… The night was getting darker… she had to get home soon. Turning her stiff, distant gaze from the open glass… she retreated towards the file she lay quietly atop the surface. In between the light journey, her eyes lifted again… as though caught off guard… She had not bothered a thorough inspection of her surroundings… but now, the slightly tilted rectangular shape sitting in a silent corner of the desk unexpectedly captured her attention… A gamble was playing in her mind… as she contemplated her actions… and the time… The dull tap of a metallic hand against a timepiece filtered into the stillness… but she failed to grasp it now… strangely drawn by curiosity… Automatically, her feet stepped towards the solitary object… its position upon the desk perhaps indicating its significance… A breath away, she extended her hand… having barely time to notice the breaths flowing in and out of her… as she felt herself turned… blend into the darkness…

Her heart pounded ceaselessly into her ears… the air strangely making her feel suffocated as the unnoticed second of oblivion gave way to realization… realization of being captive. Feeling the arm encasing her from the abdomen, the blank slate of her mind painted with dread… whilst the fingers entwined with her own… Her cheek pressed harder into the wall as she resisted the understanding of it all… escape was impossible… As though within the span of a blink, she felt herself being turned around… Her anxious eyes pairing up to the unfeasibly dark ones… She wanted to look away… knowing the sort of affect this could have on her… she wanted to blink… but his hold was too strong… It was not until the dusky voice filled the air that she realized how he had caged her… His one arm rested as an unmovable barrier between her and the door… while the other casually hid beneath his trouser pockets… Curses… She could feel his face slide close… closer… Yet she did not move… as though fallen into a stubborn paralysis… her two hands flat against the wall that supported her uncertain posture… Close… closer… "Kya itefaaq hai na Prachi. Main abhi tujhse baat karne ki soch hi raha tah… aur tu jaise sunn kar… mere paas chali ayi…" Her wild eyes had lost his hold a moment before… but as his warm breath met her skin, she felt them once more being tamed…

She watched immobile still, as he stepped away… her gaze unable to leave his despite her resistance… His tall… broad figure turned away… into the shadows… The firm, industrious hands… were hidden away beneath the veil of his pockets… She knew they were stable… unlike her own slightly trembling fingers… They were an acute contrast to her voice… tender, but definite…"Main aapse milne nahin ayi teeh Mr. Mishra, sirf ye file…" Her uncertain steps which had quietly felt forward, immediately retreated… her back meeting the wall… as he turned swiftly… sentencing her to his confinement yet again… This was it… "Jahan taq maine samjha hai… aap private aur professional… alag rakhte hain… Mr. Mishra…" Her pulse raced against… his… An irritation gaining momentum as the impish grin played lightly upon his lips… as "Ye shayad aap bhi jaanti hain Mrs. Mishra, ke mere 'private' ke dayare mein… aap bhi shaamil hain…" (Perhaps even you cannot deny Mrs. Mishra, that my 'private' also encloses you…)… After what seemed like forever, his hypnotic tone caught her off guard… as his eyes continually searched hers… while she held the fort… A fortress under siege… "Maine tere ko kabhi dhoondne ki koshish nahin ki Prachi…"

He noticed the light slump of her shoulders as the words left his lips… Her hard eyes began to defrost… slightly… His gaze judged hers… knowingly… endearingly caressing her memorable features… deeply etched into his mind… and beyond… Coursing across her face… his eyes fell distantly upon her lightly parted lips… as his hands automatically cupped the beautifully moulded face… His mind was in a strange flux… he knew this was not right… yet he felt unable to resist… as he pressed his lips against hers… The tone of it all… painful, but saving… rewarding… yet punishing… He noticed her inability to react… Pulling back after the moment of sweet sorrow… his fingers casually lifted the glasses from her face… all the while, holding her gaze… The arrogant strands of hair having again escaped… "Jahan taq maine samjha hain… aap sachayee ko kaanch mein bhi pehchaan leti hain…" (As far as I understand… you can observe the truth even behind the glass…).

Cheers,

dc